Obsessions
I’ve become dangerously obsessive and it’s starting to cause pain
Not on others, boy I wish, but I’m all theres to blame
It’s tearing me up, my mind is rot, it’s not aesthetically pleasing
For certain obsessions only inspire devilish laughs and teasing
If only it was classic symbols my mind hungrily wants
Looking glasses, chess and clocks, all Alice’s old haunts
But nothing’s poetic about television , falsities and actors
The hypnotic items you dearly cling are only grave detractors
They draw you from central virus, the depended burning fire
It doesn’t matter of which you do obsess
All are maddened by desire
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